#kellercroc

Sam: “Guys, do you mind joining me at this gender reveal party? I got an invitation from some rich woman. She rented an entire hotel in Gotham and apparently told everyone to invite everyone. And I can’t skip this one.”

Danny: “A gender reveal? In Gotham? That already sounds cursed.”

Tucker: “Eh, we’ve got nothing else this weekend. What’s the worst that could happen?”

...

Danny (screaming later): “HOW THE HELL CAN A GENDER REVEAL PARTY GO SO WRONG?!”

Tucker: “Rule number one: never say ‘impossible’ in Gotham. The city hears you.”

Sam (half-buried under balloons and confetti): “Mom, Dad… can we agree to never go to another gender reveal party? Like, ever again? As much as I love gossip, we somehow ended up in the hospital.”

Jeremy: “Pamela, sweetheart, I’m with Samantha. The connections aren’t worth it. Let’s just—avoid Gotham entirely.”

Pamela: “Better idea. Let’s just never attend any gender reveal party ever again. Especially public ones. I don’t want to see a single confetti cannon for at least a year.”

Danny (standing up, covered in pink frosting): “YOU 🫵 HOW DID YOU END UP WITH US?!”

Tim (lying on the floor, drenched in cake): “I DON’T KNOW—I JUST FOLLOWED THE FIRST BLACK-HAIRED, BLUE-EYED PERSON I SAW!”

Turns out, the chaos started way before the cake explosion.

The hostess? A Gotham heiress, being forced into an arranged marriage. Except—plot twist—she’d been secretly in love with Killer Croc for years.

Yeah. That’s right. Croc saved her from a creep once, and it turned into a whole forbidden romance arc. He’s the father of the baby.

Cue the dramatic reveal: Croc shows up holding her coat while she announces their love to a crowd of Gotham’s rich elites. Her parents actually accept them, but then—

GASP

There’s someone else who’s in love with her. The Riddler.

They were childhood friends, and he’s been obsessed ever since. Except... it turns out he’s been secretly sleeping with the guy she was supposed to marry.

Everything spirals from there—screaming, glass breaking, Croc trying not to eat someone, confetti cannons going off mid-brawl, and one very traumatized table of Amity Park teens trying to blend into the wallpaper.

By the end of it, no one even remembers the baby’s gender.

Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Tim all end up in the same hospital ward.

And because Tim’s running on three hours of sleep and pure confusion, he just follows them back to Amity Park.

They have a sleepover. They trauma bond. They never mention Gotham again.